My Honey Bee

Like honey the smell of the pink feathery blooms of the mimosaAre my contemplations of your wrinkled brow when I shall weepKnowing already, tender wounds which drip blood, that cut deep Dressings are indulgent shadows of a multitude of kisses laid softTo divert recollections that burden the holes where tears do pourFoulness one tries to … Continue reading My Honey Bee

Stung

OLYMPUS E-520 DIGITAL CAMERA- Photo and Poem by Joni Caggiano on May 22, 2020 Magic wings of evening time, lost, a button droppedA silk tie lies upon the clock that abruptly stoppedFrozen bitter is my stare; I ought not have tarried thereIt was I who flew into our nest of love, to be fairLike a … Continue reading Stung

My Pillar

Your touch reaches toward the Aegon seaYou open the door, your heart speaks to meCreating a sensation, a quiver, your smellsMy pillar, my very breath, my blushing tellsAs I ache, as a bee for honey, a hand for a gloveYou’re the man who gave friendship and loveCome to me under the sky and sing your … Continue reading My Pillar

Fledgling

in the waking hours, I hear your breathcrusted sands of the past are in your eyesreminders of painlies that lick the dustsheets that once knew lusterstolen from an innocentdevouring me like a vulturelost, I linger like the fledglingafraid to leaveafraid to stayliving in the in-betweendying in the shadows Poem and photo by Joni Caggiano - … Continue reading Fledgling

The Ancients

Wounded heart dangling in a hundred pieces, from gifted ancient treesWhere others have ventured for centuries, to weep, over Egypt’s Red SeasHer dying algae turning the blue-green waters to scarlet, the color of deathHues of the sunset rise with my embers towards heaven’s vast floral breathMy lonely aching soul, did awake a heartless, hurt spirit, … Continue reading The Ancients

Hummingbirds

my heart is cursedlove is a windowless homewhere emotions bleedalone I cry stale tearsmy well is soon to be emptyrejected is my outstretch handmy path floods the streetwith blood that flowsinto an endless river of paincrossing the red bridgemy heart dares to dreama feather floats byhummingbirds hover around memessengers who bid me welldisappearing on the … Continue reading Hummingbirds